Remy really should have known that this party wasn't the best idea for him. Not when it was being thrown by one of his best friends, Damien, who was a notorious shipper along with his boyfriend Roman.

And, they were both very well-known Remile shippers.

It had started off as a joke amongst their large friend group, that Emile and Remy acted as a married couple, and they'd gone along with it at first. It was easy for Remy, it was Emile after all! The only difference was that he'd just have to be a bit more flirtatious to Emile than he was to anyone else.

His only problem, was that after awhile, he gained true feelings for Emile. And he hated it. He hated the way Emile's smile could light up a room, hated the butterflies that flew around crazily in his stomach whenever Emile would talk to him. Remy hated how Emile looked so adorable when talking about a new show he'd discovered, or how amazed Remy felt whenever Emile came back to their shared apartment smiling brightly even after a long and stressful day. He hated the feelings he got.

He'd never felt these things before for almost anyone, and when they first started showing, he would bury them in the back of his mind, praying they'd never see the light of day. But repression was never good, and eventually, he just had to get used to the feelings...

It sucked that Remy was too much of a coward to actually try and ask Emile out.

And that's what he thinks led to this moment. His hands on Emile's tie, pulling the therapist closer, Roman's taunting bet ringing in his ears.

"Make way for the bravest man of the hour!"

"Oh Roman, I didn't expect to be flattered tonight!"

"Hush it Rem, you are far from brave."

"Hon, name one reason why I'm not as brave as you, and I'll prove you wrong."

Remy knew he'd been screwed by the smirk that graced Roman's lips, and the smug grin that he could see from Damien on the opposite end of the circle.

"Kiss the person you think is the hottest, then. An actual kiss too, not some cop-out like a kiss to the cheek." There was no way he'd be called less brave than Roman.

And Remy acted without thinking, spinning to turn to Emile, standing beside him with an amused smile. The smile suddenly turned to one of shock as suddenly they were much closer, lips barely brushing, a moment's hesitation.

And then Remy was kissing him, and Emile felt as if he might melt as his hands moved to cup Remy's face. He felt Remy sigh into the kiss slightly, and he swore he heard Roman make a sound of triumph nearby.

When they broke away, all eyes were on them, but it felt as if they were alone in their apartment, just the two of them. As Roman drew attention back to himself, Remy pulled Emile closer.

"I'm sorry, I should've gotten consent first-"

"Oh hush," Emile pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll let you slide this once, because oh my stars, that was a good kiss."

Remy flushed red. "Wanna ditch the party and head home?"

"Do we get to make out once we're there?"

"Em!" Remy laughed as he gasped in surprise, and Emile grinned down at him. "Fine, fine. We'll see."

Emile beamed at him before taking his hand, gently pulling Remy through the crowd with him.

Remy silently thanked Roman and his natural ability of getting Remy to do shit.